Page 23 of A Submissive's Gift
“Ye-yes, Sir,” Barbara whispered, her eyes finding her Daddy’s, his gentle smile and nod of approval giving her the strength she needed. She held her breath as she felt her panties being pulled down, baring her bottom to the room. When her Daddy gave her a gentle tug to help guide her across his knees, she practically threw herself down into position. She buried her burning face in her hands as the three adults in the room shared a look that every Daddy and Mommy to all the grown women who’d chosen to don the role of Little girls understood.
Angel’s spanking began a second before Barbara’s, but it was Barbara who broke first. “Please, I’m sorry,” she wailed, her hands dropping to brace herself against the floor as she discovered that one sprout or three didn’t seem to matter. Her Daddy fully intended to make sure she knew better than to try such a stunt again. She could feel her bottom bounce under each crack of his hand, knowing it was growing redder and redder by the minute, and that her Uncle John was witness to her everyreaction. Soon the two Littles’ wails sounded in stereo as the spankings increased in both tempo and intensity.
“Such a shameful thing to do,” Betty was saying, as she reddened Angel’s round cheeks. “Not only did you do a very, very naughty thing, you pulled Bunny into your scheme. You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady.”
“I am, Mommy, please, I won’t do it again,” Angel promised, her cries growing louder as the woman’s hand began to move down the backs of her thighs. “Oww, Mommy, nooo! Please, it hurts!”
“You have not even begun to hurt, Angelica. After I’ve gotten this little bottom and your thighs warmed up, you will be going over your Daddy’s lap and then you’ll apologize to your Uncle Craig. You are a guest in his house and at his table. Hiding the very food he provided was a very, very rude thing to do.”
Barbara received another dozen swats, enough to make sure her bottom would be tender for the remainder of the evening before she was lifted to sit on her Daddy’s lap. He held her as she cried against his shirt, the comfort quite welcome. She watched, her pulse racing, as Angel was released by her Mommy and led to stand before her and Craig.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Craig,” Angel said, her voice quavering with her emotion. “I… I’m sorry for being ru-rude.”
“You’re forgiven, little one,” Craig said gently.
“Thank you, Sir,” Angel said before taking the few steps required to stand before her Daddy. “Daddy, please spank me to help me learn how to be your good Little girl.”
With a nod, John patted his lap, signaling Angel to climb over. Lifting his eyes from the new little bottom over his knees, he found Barbara’s eyes. “I hope you both know how lucky you are to have so many adults helping to guide you along the proper path.”
Barbara almost giggled when she saw Angel lift her head slightly and roll her eyes. When her friend actually mouthed the words “sooo lucky,” Barbara hid her face in her Daddy’s shirt again. This time in order to hide her amusement, pretty sure she felt his chest twitching as he held in his own laughter at the Little’s antics.
At the first slap delivered, Barbara turned her face enough to watch the progress of the spanking. Her own naked, red bottom was forgotten as she watched Angel receive her second dose. Seeing Angel’s bottom bounce and wag as she attempted to escape the hard slaps it was receiving, caused Barbara’s tummy to tingle.
Though her arousal had begun the moment her panties had been lowered, she now found it necessary to press her thighs together to hide the growing slickness of her bare pussy. Suddenly remembering that apologies were always made after a spanking, she wondered exactly how those were going to be handled. Being spanked by any of the three adults in the room was one thing, but the very thought of going onto her knees between Craig’s legs to make her own apology with an audience had her breath catching in her throat. How was she was going to handle that scene? Could she watch as Angel was put on her knees between Uncle John’s legs, making her apology to her Daddy?
She and Craig had spent hours discussing this scenario, hours of back-and-forth questions to each other until both acknowledged that when the proper time presented itself, she wanted to take the next step so long as he was right there beside her. Emotions roiled through her as she realized that tonight was that time, and while the thought would have her running from the house only a few months ago, now she didn’t move except to snuggle even closer into her Daddy’s arms.
Satisfied that Angel’s bottom was far redder and would be tender far longer than her more innocent counterpart’s, John stopped spanking. He rubbed his palm across the swollen crimson hillocks as Angel sobbed. The room seemed to freeze for a moment in time as everybody considered what could happen next.
Betty took control as she walked to her husband and held out her hand to Barbara. Taking the offered hand, Barbara hopped off Craig’s lap, blushing as she felt her panties slip to her ankles. She said nothing as Betty bent and helped her step out of the pink and white undies. Her silence continued as her skirt was tucked up into the waistband, leaving her punished bottom exposed. Barbara stood frozen in place as Betty went to her own Little, who had been lifted from John’s lap. Removing Angel’s overalls and panties as well, she took the girls’ hands and led them to the wall opposite the sofa.
“You two stand right here noses to the wall and think about how naughty you’ve been. The adults are going to the kitchen to enjoy a cup of coffee and a slice of that delicious cake Bunny’s Daddy made, while you two consider the apologies you need to make and the Brussels sprouts waiting for your dessert.”
Neither woman moved so much as an inch until they were absolutely positive the Bigs had left the room. Angel glanced over her shoulder and then reached out and took Barbara’s hand. “It’s okay. I think Mommy is giving us permission to talk about, um, what happens next.”
“Are you sure?” Barbara asked, glancing around the room before looking back to Angel. “I mean, I know you got two spankings and I only got one, but I sure don’t want another one for getting caught talking.”
“I’m sure,” Angel reassured her, sinking to the floor and dragging her bestie with her. The girls sat across from each other, their legs tucked under them to keep their tender bottomsoff the hard wood. “Are you okay?” Angel asked, squeezing Barbara’s hand.
Blushing, Barbara nodded, realizing that she was indeed okay. “Yes, are you?”
“Well, I’d be better knowing I didn’t still have those awful sprouts to eat, but, yeah, I’m great.”
“They’re not that bad,” Barbara said in her Daddy’s defense.
“Not bad? They are icky balls of green grossness that smell like feet!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and mock gagging. “I bet you if I looked it up in the dictionary, a Brussel sprout bush would be in a picture beside the word appallingly yucky.”
“Stalk,” Barbara said automatically.
“Huh? What does stalking have to do with it?”
Barbara giggled. “No, silly, I mean Brussel sprouts grow on stalks, not bushes.”
“Whatever… bush or stalk they still come from the devil’s garden,” Angel said in all seriousness. “I mean, seriously, what part ofreeklikefeetdon’t you understand?”
Angel slapped her hand over her friend’s mouth as Barbara lost it and doubled over with a giggle attack. “Shhh, you’re going to get our seats smacked again.”
“You’re a poet!” Barbara squealed, “Reek, feet, smack my seat!”
